the dance, a bid, a matinee it’s a faint, a brief affinity it’s a touch when it shouldn’t be but it’s all right and it’s a step but you’re too quick to fall now a crash but it’s just physical not a point, except it’s natural but it’s all right

there’s no burden that will agonize you no worry that will weigh you down not the memories that hypnotize you you won’t turn around